Bound To Him: Three Dates with a Billionaire by Emma Lyn Wild Page B

when my world fell apart. But I wouldn’t cry, I wouldn’t. This wasn’t me, it was him, and his expectations. I was convenient, virtually fell into his arms. Actually I had done that, twice. But as much as I wanted to believe that, the note and the money made me feel cheap, used. I might as well have gone with Witley, after all.
    I staggered downstairs. In a perfect world I wouldn’t have taken the money, but I needed those bills. Principles are for people who can afford them, I told myself.
    I stuffed the bills in my purse and headed on out. We’d kissed and laughed our way upstairs, past the half bath on the lower floor, the seating arrangements and the huge TV. The food was still laid out on the kitchen counter. And that paper still lay on the table, the one that I never got around to signing.
    That meant I could take my story to the press. I’d earn enough to pay off most of my loan that way.
    I didn’t hesitate. I signed the fucking thing and left it next to the laptop. Principles were one thing, but if I’d called the media, that would make me despicable. And in it up to my eyeballs.
    Maybe I could walk away and forget this ever happened. Maybe I could chalk it up to experience.
    Like fuck I could.

Chapter Four
    T roy
    I rinsed myself off in the shower, humming softly. I hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Maybe ever, I didn’t know. Cassie was a gem, perfect. Her adorable gaucheness and her awkward attempts at sophistication amused me, but in the sack she was dynamite.
    Maybe my exile to New York wouldn’t be too bad after all. I’d taken the job as a last resort. Finally my reputation caught up with me. They’d killed off Foxman, the character that had brought me to public attention, or I think they had. Even I didn’t know if they planned to bring him back, but I assumed they wouldn’t. I mourned Foxman, but life went on — for me, at least.
    I lifted my head and let the shower rinse my face. Contentment filled me, like I hadn’t felt for a long time. Cassie was a sweet thing, and sexy as fuck. I could happily climb off and on her all night, if the handcuffs didn’t bother her. She’d accepted them in her stride, once I’d shown her how the locking mechanism worked. I was actually proud of her. She was obviously inexperienced, but when I’d introduced her to her kink she’d watched, listened and learned.
    Cool. I’d see if she wanted dinner tomorrow. She needed treating right, so I could prove to her that she deserved it. I spent a minute dreaming up the things I could do with her, and for her. Clothes for one thing. Those dowdy rags she’d worn in the museum made me shudder. She should do that gorgeous body justice. Even if she had to wear jeans she could have a good pair. The mental picture of a great pair of jeans hugging that ass made my mouth water. Those handcuffs were about to take another workout because once wasn’t nearly enough.
    At last life was looking up.
    I hummed as I toweled off. Dropping the wet towel on the bathroom floor, I went through to the bedroom, and paused, transfixed.
    Cassie lay on her side, her breasts squashed under her arm. She was fast asleep. The poor darling must have been exhausted. Perhaps that bastard she worked for pushed her too hard. I bet she was with old man Witley because her boss had ordered it. When I’d seen her sitting at table with that lech, fending off his hands I knew it must be her boss who’d put her up to it. Witley was far too well known for anybody to date him voluntarily. He even employed girls from shady escort agencies. The good ones wouldn’t have him anywhere near them.
    Watching Cassie made me long to lie down next to her and hold her while she slept. I might even risk it. She was so sound asleep she wouldn’t wake up, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had a woman in my arms. I just didn’t do it. Mind, the kind of women I had sex with weren’t the cuddly kind.
    But she looked adorable, lying there. Her phone was